Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Staring at her in confusion, Chris asked, "Since you already know what the result would be, why do you still want to do the
paternity test?"
"Well, I just want to have proof for future purposes. If he ever pesters me to give him money under the guise that I'm his
biological daughter, I'll get him off my back by showing him the result," Chelsea replied, smiling bitterly.
Chris nodded and commented, "That's a good idea."
Lowering her eyes, Chelsea said dejectedly, "I'm fed up with their excesses. The money I gave them in the past is enough to
repay them for raising me since I was little. Besides, Edmund gave them a lot of money while I was married to him. That's
enough."
For their sake, Chelsea had spent three of her youthful years in a toxic environment.
They failed to sit up while she was slaving away in the Nelson family household for them. They squandered all the money on
useless things. She was done living her life for them.
Chris nodded again and commented, "I like the way you think, Chelsea. Not to worry, I'll get someone to do the job. Hilton won't
notice at all."
Chelsea handed a ziplock bag containing her hair to Chris and said, "Thank you, Chris. I'll treat you to dinner someday to show
my gratitude. See you later."
Chris replied with a smile.
After leaving Chris's office, Chelsea went to Hilton's ward.
It wasn't a private one. When she pushed the door open and entered, she met Hilton sitting up on the bed and chatting heartily
with other patients.
Once he noticed Chelsea's presence, he immediately rolled his eyes. He held his chest and put on a mask of pain. "Oh, my

heart. I'm so weak."
"Dad, what's wrong? How bad does it hurt? Should I call the doctor?" Chelsea immediately asked and rushed up to him,
pretending not to see through his bad acting.
Hilton immediately flipped the switch. He opened his eyes and said, "No, there's no need. It's just a slight chest pain. I feel better
now."
"Oh, okay. Anyway, I just spoke to your attending doctor and he said your illness is serious. According to him, you would have to
stay in the hospital for a long time," Chelsea said, standing by his bedside.
She intentionally changed the topic so he could ask her for money.
Rising to the bait, Hilton sighed heavily and said, "Yes, I might need to have an operation to get better. My dear daughter, an
operation would cost a lot of money. I'm poor. How do I pay for it?"
The eyes of all the patients and their families were fixed on Chelsea once they heard Hilton's statement.
Chelsea ignored the awkward gazes and took out her phone. She said, "Dad, you know I just got back and I haven't been
working for long. My salary is barely enough for my living expenses. I saved up some money for my rent, but you can have it. I
will transfer it to you now."
Chelsea intentionally spoke about her financial status to the hearing of everyone present. She wanted to make it clear so no one
would accuse her of not taking care of him in the future. After all, she was about to empty her savings for him.
Hilton's eyes lit up. He stared at her phone and asked, "Really? How much is it?"
"Twenty thousand dollars," Chelsea answered simply.
A deep frown appeared on Hilton's face immediately. He uttered with displeasure, "Only twenty thousand? That's not enough!"
Chelsea's eyes turned red in an instant. "What do you mean it's not enough? This is my entire savings. I'm inconveniencing

myself for your sake. I only went into the labor market a while back. I don't earn much. How much do you think I have? Besides, I
gave you more than one hundred thousand dollars a year ago after I divorced. What did you do with it?"
A patient, who felt that Hilton was being too hard on Chelsea, cut in immediately, "Come on, Hilton. Cut your daughter some
slack. Money is hard to come by these days. If you ask me, twenty thousand is enough to cater to your expenses for a long
period."
Another man echoed, "Yes, your daughter recently got divorced. She's still trying to gain a foothold in the labor market. Life must
be hard on her already. Don't make things more difficult for her."
Hilton felt embarrassed, so he had to say, "All right, I'll manage that amount. Transfer it to me."
Half a loaf was better than none, so he decided to make do with what he was offered. Besides, he wasn't sick. He planned to
leave the hospital soon and gamble the money away.
He firmly believed that he would hit a jackpot one day since he had been gambling for so many years.